In Yom-Kipur I was getting hungry (fasting only to share Regina's hunger...) so I went out to take pictures of a barn we discovered when Gershon ran away for two days once. It really looks like a good place to start a horror movie. There are many such deserted barns around these areas. (The owner of that place is, um, an exotic case of Amerikanism.)

In there, I was playing around with the way the light came in through the walls.